Missy Vs. Boxer
A/N: Warning, Warning, Much sappyness ahead. Attack of the sappyness. Attack of the Skittery sappyness. Attack of Skittery not-grumpiness. Also attack of Blue Boxer, Skater, Sneaks (ok so she's just mentioned, but will have lots in da next chappy), Graft, Breaker, and Riley. Who are all totally awesome and fun to write about. This chappy is dedicated to Hope and Boxer, without them, I would not be writing it right now. (Boxer, you have about 2 pages of your own, muahahahahahahaha!) Thanks for continuing to read, and please review!!!
Disclaimer: Anyone who is cool and interesting is…………… not mine, nope, can't claim ownership at all. Disney, cool NML people, Dannie (the real Missy), they can all claim ownership, but me, nope, if they're cool dey is not mine!! I made up Amy (ok, so she's kinda ok) Tic (evil) Gnat (annoying) Squire (boring) and Slinger (obnoxious!) So yeah, everyone else is cool and not mine!
"What were you thinking?" Amy asked when Missy and Skittery got to the lodging house that night. "Now ya's got Spot all mad at ya. Ya need his help if ya hope to live on the streets! This isn't uptown, this is the slums of Manhattan for crying out loud!" she yelled.
"Oh, don't be so hard on 'er Amy, ya know how Spot can be sometimes. I personally think ya was smart comin back here." Said another girl. She was 5'4" with shoulder length blond hair and vibrant brown eyes. Her name was Blue Boxer.
"Thanks Boxer." Missy replied gratefully. "I don't think Spot and I got along very well, that's all. He had to, well, had to ..." She faded out and blushed.
"Had ta what?" asked the other Manhattan girl. She was tall and had blue eyes and blond hair.
"Skater, where did you come from?" Missy asked, startled.
"Don't dodge the question!" Boxer nagged.
"Alright, he had to save me. Some kid named Tic shoved me off the dock, and I'm not exactly the best swimmer." Missy said blushing.
"Ya's can't swim! I've neva met no one who couldn't swim before!" Jake said laughing.
"Be nice Jake or I'll have ta tell Sneaks!" Amy warned trying not to laugh.
"Awe Amy, yer no fun." He said mock sulking.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Ignore him Missy, he's just a scab."
"No I ain't!" he replied.
"Hey, does anyone wanna play poker?" Race asked coming into the girl's room where they had all been talking. "Who are yas?" he asked upon noticing Missy.
"This is Missy. Missy, this is our gambling expert, Racetrack Higgins." Boxer introduced. "I'll take ya up on that poker offer. Ya know how to play Missy?" she asked.
"I might, let's see how I can do against the gambling expert." She replied with a cocky smile.
"Wow, ya do have a sense of humor after all, I was beginning to wonder." Mush joked.
"Ya know, ya look like Spot when ya smile like that!" Dutchy told her as they went into the main room.
She stiffened, "I'll take that as a compliment, but don't compare me to that-that boy again." She said angrily.
"Sorry! I didn't mean nothin by it."
"So ya think ya can beat us a poker do ya?" Skittery asked. He was dealer.
"I ain't bad if that's what yas askin." She said mimicking their accents.
"We'll see. How 'bout this, if ya beat me, I'll give ya half the profit from me papes tomorrow. But if I beat yas," he whispered the next part to her. "Yas have ta kiss me." He said flirtatiously.
"You're on Skittery, you better be ready to go with only half your profit tomorrow."
"Hey boys, looks like we's got a bet goin on, so what's she gotta do Skitts?" Jack asked.
"That ain't none'a yer business Kelly. Let's play some cards." He said picking up his cards.
"Three"
"Two"
"Four"
"Ya betta have a ace Swifty!"
"One"
"Everyone traded who wants ta? Alright, I'll start the bettin at two." Skittery said, putting down his two cents.
The game went on, and the stakes went higher. Finally it was just Missy and Skittery going at it. "Ya guys might wanna stop now, the piles around five bucks!" Race warned.
"Alright, call." Skittery challenged. "Four aces, king on high, beat that Missy!" He said throwing down his cards.
"Full house, queens and sevens." She said placing down her cards and bringing in the pile. "I believe that you'll be owing me half your selling tomorrow."
"I guess I will." Skittery said getting up and going up on the roof.
"What did I do?" Missy was quite confused.
"I dunno, he usually doesn't care about loosin, even ta a goil. Ya might wanna go talk ta him." Snoddy advised.
"Alright." She said going out the fire escape.
"Come to gloat some more?" He asked bitterly.
"No," she said feeling hurt, "I just wanted to talk to you. If you want we can call the bet off."
"What's the point? I couldn't pay ya anyhow. I don't even have enough ta buy more'n two papes tamara. Sorry." He said; still not looking at her.
"I didn't know Skitts, here, take the poker money, I don't need it." She said; sitting down next to him and offering him the money.
"No, you won fare and square. I can't take yer money."
"Then what do you want me to do? I can't just let you starve tomorrow; it's my fault you lost anyways."
"It's not your fault, I knew I shouldn't have bet that much, I just wanted to win."
"If you want, I'll still kiss you." She suggested.
"That might work." He said pulling her close and kissing her softly.
Spot sat on the end of the dock thinking. "So little Missy's now goin with Skitts, and even he can't talk her inta comin back here ta loin how ta fight; interestin. So who did yas find dis out from Graftah?" He asked his other second hand man. Grafter was a tall strong newsie with stone grey eyes. All the ladies who were not already in Love with Spot went for Graft.
Graft pulled out a cigarette and lighted it before answering. He could get away with more than most newsies, so Spot waited. "Ya know how me sistah is datin that guy from 'Hattan, well I went ta make sure his priorities were straight, and Missy happened to come up in conversation. Why so desperate to have her back here Spot?" He said, showing the side of him that was not about to kill everything in sight.
"Not so much desperate, as that I think she might be important ta keep around." He walked over to where another newsie was standing.
"So Brakah, did ya find out anythin for me yet?"
The newsie was 5'9" with dirty blond hair. He was good if you needed a risk taker. "Sure thing, Spot. She's some rich guys kid who he's planning ta marry off ta his oldah brudda. She's got a brudda of her own in Chicago, mother's decieced." He handed Spot a letter addressed to Missy from her brother. "Had her stayin wid some stingy ol' aunt until she ran away. Her fadda don't know she's gone yet, but he'll be back on Monday. So what we gonna do Spot? Trade her in fer a reward er somethin?"
"Nah, but I think I'se need ta talk to her. When's da next pokah game?"
"Queens tamara. Most a Manhattan, da Bronks,, Midtown, and Coney Island'll be there. So're we goin?" Slinger asked in response to Spot's inquiry.
"Hell yeah we're goin, and maybe Missy'll be there too. I heard she's damn good at poker."
Missy and Skittery sat up on the roof. "I'se hoid there's a game in Queens tamara night. Wadda ya say? Ya wanna go an soak all dere asses?" he asked kissing her.
"Hmm, sounds like fun. Who else is going to be there?" She asked replied, leaning back against him and fiddling with his suspenders. "Or is it just going to be 'Hattan and Queens?"
"Well, Da Bronks, Coney Island, Midtown, Queens a course, and er…" He faded off hoping she would not notice, unfortunately for him, she did.
"And Brooklyn?" she asked scowling. "I'm not afraid of Spot; I just don't like him at all."
"So, are ya still gonna go, 're are ya gonna stay here?" He really wanted to go to the game, and if she did not go, that left him in quite a predicament.
"Yeah, I'll still go. Otherwise you'll get all duty bound and stay here, when you obviously want to go. It will be nice ta be able ta beat Spot out of ever penny he has." She smiled evilly.
"Have I told ya I love ya lately?" He asked happily. She knew him too well.
"Now you have, come'ere." She pulled him close and kissed him, for the next half hour.
"Are ya all goin ta da game tanight?" Jake asked the girls. He came into their room a lot, which they all found amusing as his girl lived in Brooklyn.
"Of course!"
"Are ya kiddin? Dis is poker wid half da New York newsies!"
"Well if Brooklyn's goin obviously you are!"
"You're one to talk Riley!"
"I don't think I'm gonna go. Yeah, I'll just stay here and relax." They were all surprised by Boxer's response. Usually she would be the first one saying yes.
"Why not Boxer? Is somethin wrong?" Amy asked, concerned with her friends sudden lack of enthusiasm.
"I just don't feel like goin out tanight, you guys go ahead an have fun!" She replied, trying to sound more like her real self.
No one believed her, but the 5'6" girl with straight black hair answered, "Alright Boxer, have fun stayin here by yerself."
"Thanks Riley. You guys have fun too!" She lay back down on her bunk as the rest of the girls left.
'How could Missy a done don dat ta me?' she thought to herself. 'I thought we was friends, then she just goes off and does dat ta me!' She started to cry as a memory resurfaced.
Flashback
Boxer walked slowly down the street. She had only sold a few papes that night, so obviously that meant no dinner that night. She sighed. If only she had someone else to help her, or if the headlines had only been better. If only's would get her no where she knew. Then a set of footsteps fell into step with hers. She looked up and smiled.
"Hey Skitts."
"Woah, where's the usually bouncy happy-go-lucky, life-is-beautiful pain in the butt cheerful Boxer that I'm used ta?" He asked putting an arm around her companionably.
"Sorry Skitts, I just didn't have a very good day sellin, day's all."
"How many'd ya sell?"
"Bout fifteen, not even enough for dinnah, let alone papes for tamara."
"So how come ya's just wanderin da street like dis?"
"If I ain't got money, what's the point a goin ta Tibby's?"
"I'll tell ya what, how bout I'se buy ya dinnah, then we can go back ta da lodgin house so no one see's dat ya had ta take charity." He said commandingly.
"Alright, thanks Skitts. Yer so sweet sometimes."
She met him back at the lodging house and they ate up on the roof.
"So how come ya's could only sell fifteen papes taday? Da headlines weren't dat bad, at least in da papes I was sellin."
"I guess I just didn't find a very good sellin spot, plus I was only able ta buy thoity taday since I lost a bunch a money at poke last night. I also just wasn't concentrating."
"Why not?" Usually when Boxer did something she did it to the fullest or not at all.
"I dunno, I just dunno." They were quiet for a few minutes after this, but it wasn't an awkward silence, more of a companionable one.
When they had finished their hotdogs Skittery asked her, "Hey Boxer?"
"Yeah?"
"Ya wanna go check out the Brooklyn Bridge? I'se hoid these got real great sunsets out there."
"Alright, who kidnapped Skittery and left this sweet, romantic guy in his place?" She asked jokingly.
"Aw, so I can't be sweet and romantic too? Just cause I don't always choose to show my companionate side don't mean it ain't there! Just like ya's really do have a grumpy side." He reminded her.
"Ok Mr. Poet lets go see this amazing sunset of yours. And thanks again for dinnah."
"Dat's what friends are for." He led her down the stairs and out to Brooklyn Bridge. They didn't meat any of the other newsies along the way, most likely there was some Vaudeville show or something, but Boxer couldn't have cared less.
The sunset was every bit as beautiful as Skittery had promised. As the colors faded and the sky turned to dusk he leaned over and softly kissed her. She was in love. He moved away, but she pulled him back and kissed him warmly. They came up for air and he swiftly pulled her back. Soon their tongues were involved, and Boxer lost all sense f everything else. When they finally broke apart the sky was dark. He kissed her one last time. "You're really an amazing girl Blue Boxer."
With those last words said they had headed homes. But the next day had been the day Missy returned, and Boxer's heart had been broken.
End Flashback
She lay there for a few more minutes until she realized, 'da way ta get 'im back ain't just ta sit here mopin! I gotta go get my man!'
She got up and got dressed putting on her favorite blue skirt and a butterfly necklace. She would win her man back!
A/N: Yes, I changed the plot again!! Muahahaha. Sappyness is sooooooooooooooo much fun! Sorry if I got a little carried away with it, it's 3:30 (yes I usually write a lot between 12-5 when I can't sleep) and I'm in a sappy mood. Ok, so the internet is disconnected do I have nothing better to do, but it's still fun. Skittles to all reviewers